Candyland (candyfics) wrote,

Faces (Fanfic100)

Title: Faces
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Yuusaku/Yukiko (General series)
Prompt: #79—when?
Word Count: 2071 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She had all the facets of a jewel, and was just as lovely. Yuusaku/Yukiko

When Kudo Yuusaku had learned that a major studio wanted to take one of his novels and make a movie from it, he was very pleased—particularly being as young of a writer as he was, though he had been lauded by critics and readers alike. It became even more enticing of a deal when he was invited to the set to oversee the progress of the project. And when he was informed that a well-known actress and model, Fujimine Yukiko, was to be the star, he was intrigued.

He hadn’t, however, expected there to be a murder on the set the very first day he appeared there—in some ways, it seemed far too much like something out of one of his own novels. A stagehand apparently decided to just fall over dead. The plot thickened when evidence was found to suggest that the poor man had been murdered. That really didn’t surprise him too much—these things seemed to happen in his vicinity for some reason.

But when that evidence pointed toward the leading lady as the culprit, Yuusaku leapt into action to solve the case and clear the lovely woman’s name. Though he hadn’t actually said anything to that effect, he had been rather taken with the actress, though they had not yet been formally introduced. And though he knew all too well that appearances could be deceiving and that anyone could be hiding a guilty secret, he also trusted his instincts, he also trusted his instincts. And his instincts were telling him that there was far more to this case than initially met the eye.

So Kudo Yuusaku, the novelist, slipped into his…well, it wasn’t an alter-ego so much as a different title, worn when the circumstances called for it. The novelist slipped into detective mode, and the detective went to work.

And the detective felt very vindicated when he was able to clear the actress’s name in favor of placing legitimate guilt on the shoulders of the assistant director, motivated by a long-held personal grudge.

As the guilty man was taken away by the police and the assembled cast and crew scattered, whispering amongst themselves about everything they had just witnessed, Yuusaku found himself with the perfect opening: the object of his scrutiny was momentarily alone, having just accepted an apology from the police and the producers regarding their suspicions of her. Hands shoved jauntily into his pockets, he approached the young woman. “Fujimine-san?”

She turned and gave him a dazzling smile, one that would have melted far harder hearts than his own. “Kudo-sensei! Thank you so much.”

He found himself a bit startled when he realized just how young she truly was—still, the same could be said for him, he supposed. So he returned her smile and bowed slightly. “Of course.” He was prepared to say more, but he was interrupted (rather rudely, he privately thought) by an aide informing him that he had a phone call—his editor was on the line. He sighed. It figured, didn’t it? His editors were always messing things up for him. “Apologies, but I must be on my way.” He bowed again and threw her his most charming smile. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

He felt her eyes on his back as he walked out of the room.


The next morning, Yuusaku received a rather amused phone call from one of the producers. After commenting on the tragic circumstances of the previous day’s murder and thanking him for his timely handling of the matter, the producer finally admitted the real reason he was calling. “You made quite an impression on Yukiko-san, I’ll have you know,” he chuckled.

Whether the man knew it or not, he now had Yuusaku’s undivided attention. “Did I?” he asked, trying to sound…not quite as interested as he felt.

The producer—a man far older than Yuusaku—didn’t seem to be fooled. “She seemed quite taken with you. For one, you weren’t falling at her feet. You’d be surprised how often that actually happens, the poor girl. I think that really made an impression. That, and the way you handled that murder investigation. She’s a pretty sharp one herself.”

“I see…” Yuusaku murmured.

“…it seems you’re not the only one who made an impression yesterday,” the man said after a moment. He sounded…was smug the right word? “Perhaps you should schedule another visit to the set?”

Yuusaku smiled. “Perhaps.”


“We meet again.”

Yukiko was reclining in her chair; she looked up from her script at the voice, and her expression brightened when she saw who had addressed her. “Kudo-sensei!”

Her response to his presence pleased him greatly. “Just watching filming today. I’m looking forward to seeing your performance.” Wow…he was really laying on the charm, wasn’t he? It wasn’t really conscious—it just seemed to be coming out of his mouth.

She blushed at the comment, but gave him a rather sly, knowing smile. “You’re well aware of how charming you are, I’m sure.”

It was like she was reading his mind or something. Yuusaku was a bit surprised; he did have the grace to at least look a little bit sheepish. “You caught me.”

A voice called her name; the director needed her on the set. Yukiko stood up and pressed her script into his hands, still smiling up at him devilishly. “I hope you enjoy watching the shoot today.” And she sauntered off towards the set.

Yuusaku was many things, but stupid was certainly not one of them. Still, it took him a minute to add up her actions and comments with the producer’s comments during their phone conversation the night before to get it. Or at least think he go it.

Was she…challenging him?

He pondered on it all day as he watched the filming. The young woman was definitely an accomplished and talented actress—there was absolutely no denying that. There was a reason that she was one of the top actresses in Japan at her young age. And she was sharp, very much so. So how to respond to what could be interpreted as an open challenge…

Well, he certainly wasn’t known for taking the path of least resistance.

After the day’s shoot was over (and it did seem to take forever, in his personal opinion), he paused a moment to speak with the director and producers to express his approval over the approach to the work and the progress of the project. With that done, he went in search of the actress’s dressing room. He found it by the simple virtue of asking a runner. He marched right up to the door and knocked, feeling supremely confident—such was his nature, really.

She opened the door. Judging by the half-disheveled state of her hair, she had been shedding her character appearance in favor of her day-to-day look. “Can I help you?” she asked with a smile. There was a hint of suspicion in her tone, expression, and posture.

He didn’t bother beating around the bush, or even mess around with greetings or pleasantries. Instead, he cut right to the chase. “Have dinner with me.”

Now she looked startled. “What?”

“Have dinner with me,” he repeated.

Yukiko crossed her arms over her chest and regarded him with a smile as she leaned against the doorframe. She didn’t seem angry or affronted at his boldness, which was probably a good sign. “When?”

“As soon as possible.”

She mulled over the idea for perhaps a second or two, then nodded. “All right. Yes.”

Yuusaku reached out and carefully took one of her hands in his own. And he couldn’t quite hide his triumphant smile at her expression when he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. He straightened. “I’m looking forward to it.”


As far as dates went—particularly first dates—that went as well as Yuusaku could have hoped. And over dinner, his initial impressions were being proven correct: she was quite a remarkable woman, quick-witted and sharp, and far more than just the pretty face the public knew and loved.

When she casually suggested a walk after dinner, he took it as a very good sign. They made their way down to the riverfront for a moonlight stroll.

“So tell me,” she asked after they’d been walking along for a while, “you’ve known me for all of two days, and you’ve already asked me for a date. You certainly don’t waste time, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” he replied. “And you said yes.”

“I know.”

They walked along in silence for a few more meters before Yuusaku spoke up again. “You’re making an awful lot of jokes at my expense. Did you accept my offer just to make fun of me?” It wasn’t a harsh question, but more asked in jest.




“Mind if I ask why you accepted, then?”

Yukiko stopped and looked at him. For a moment, he wondered if she was angry over the question. But she just shook her head ruefully. “Aren’t you supposed to be a great detective?”

He remembered what he had been told about the admittedly-charming young actress and his own observations, and formed a hypothesis. “Because I waited that extra day?”

Now she looked more uncomfortable than anything else. “It’s…refreshing for someone to actually seem interested in me, and not the actress. Or at least…I hope…?” she looked at him entreatingly.

Yuusaku thought back to the evening and dinner and their conversation and the quick-witted woman who most only knew as that beautiful, alluring actress. “I’m intrigued by the whole person. The actress might not be all there is to you, but it is what the most people see. There are several sides to you, I’m finding—I would imagine that there’s a part of you that’s extremely insecure to balance out the usual confidence you show to the world?”

By the look on her face, he figured he was right. And he also assumed who knew her as an actress and model had taken the time to actually pay that kind of attention or show that sort of insight into her actual character. But now…standing on a sidewalk on a clear night alongside a moonlit river as the wind swept past them…they barely knew each other, yet they were having what could only be called a moment.

“…you are a detective,” she finally said. “Or is that just one of your faces?”

“I have quite a few faces of my own—the detective, the novelist, or just the guy who likes to tease people,” Yuusaku replied. “And I think all of them are fascinated by you.”

Yukiko’s blush was evident, even in the near-darkness. “You might be too charming for your own good, sir. Or for my good.”

“It could be argued,” he admitted, walking towards her. He stopped less than an arm’s length away. “Or it could just be that I’m very honest.”

“You’re also very forward, aren’t you?” she raised an eyebrow.

“When it’s called for.”

She shook her head wryly and turned to continue walking along the riverside path. She barely made it one step before he touched her arm. When she looked back up at him, he was still smiling. “I think it might be called for now.”

He had really planned on doing it himself…but he was absolutely stunned when she beat him to the punch. She rose up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick, chaste kiss right against his lips. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely enough to freeze him in (admittedly pleasant) surprise. She pulled back almost immediately and grinned. “I think you’re right.” And she started walking again, leaving Yuusaku standing there in a stupor, having just had the rug snapped out from under him.

But he shook it off and watched her as she walked ahead—she was walking very slowly, as if inviting him to catch up to her. She was really incredible, an enigma wrapped up in a very attractive package. A person with all the facets and all the beauty of a precious jewel. He was being drawn to that like a moth to a flame, and it was not an unpleasant feeling.

Now grinning from ear to ear, Yuusaku jogged to catch up to her and continue walking.

It was official—he was completely intrigued.

And hopefully, she wouldn’t mind him sticking around for a while.

PS. Iyaaaan…this was hard to write! But magic_truth requested from me Yuusaku and Yukiko’s first kiss. So here it is, delivered as best I can. There’s not a whole ton of canon about these two, so creative liberties may apply. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!

Tags: character: yukiko, character: yuusaku, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, misc: theme comm

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